Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy seven jeans
islands on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
There ain't nothin' by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I tell them on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my blunt like a
I pro and hold on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got that cock
I don't need that thumb

So on
You get the one with the on it
That's the one that dit

I'm so terrific I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm in yo shit
Now I'm pitchin' at yo

And she catch it her lip
Nah, she catch it with her
And I'm the president
She tried to it on her blouse

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king cake so she eat the baby,
Shit gets way crazier
We flip the like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't with the bitches with the stadium

That's no dome, bitch, go
Yeah, bi-bi-bi bitch,
I the hundred winters on my snow cone
nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp
I can let my money go the wind blow

it come right back like a rental
And make them understand me like 10 fo
Niggas is like instrumentals
I bet you understand me like 10 fo

Get ya top chopped and get low
Somethin' my Benzo
Ridin' my friend's hoes
No, I my hoe's friends

Fuckin' all my hoe's
Takin' all my hoe's
will make that globe spin
I tell these niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if they split them
Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em and if you reach at
I, I don't preach, I screech and you beef with them fries

Come to the and find
I live where all the little fly
See baby, I'm so
All I need you to do is just up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas the same hood
They all from the same tree, cut the same wool
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Now me da bull
That on my hip, now I gotta hand in the pool

I had a in school, I think it was diablo red
I'm T.I red, I'm T.I red, you D.I-ed because of what you
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I keep it bumpin' like a blemish
Two twins me up like genies
When I'm finished, I say

When I'm they say, "Weezy, you killed it"
Hop on yo and say, "Weezy, you healed it"
So fly I got wings on me
A gun glued on me but I pop ya in ya

Now I got yesterday's on me
Now that was real rude,
And I smell like a plant
Young Money muthafucka, where cheese at?